Tearfully she explained, "It's the pharmacist.He insulted me terribly
this morning on the phone."Immediately, the husband drove downtown to
confront the druggist and demand an apology.
Before he could say more than a word or two, the druggist told him,
"Now, just a minute, listen to my side of the story. This morning the
alarm failed to go off, so I was late getting up. I went without
breakfast and hurried out to the car, only to realize that I locked the
house with both house and car keys inside.
"I had to break a window to get my keys. Then, driving a little too
fast, I got a speeding ticket.When I was about three blocks from the
store, I got a flat tire. When I finally got here, there was a bunch of
people waiting for me to open up. I got the store opened and started
waiting on people and, all the time, the damm phone was ringing off the
hook." He continued, "Then I had to break a roll of nickels against the
cash register drawer to make change, and they spilled all over the
floor. I got down on my hands and knees to pick up the nickels. The
phone was still ringing. When I came up, I cracked my head on the open
cash drawer which made me stagger back against a showcase with a bunch
of perfume bottles on it. . . . all of them hit the floor and broke."
"Meanwhile, the phone is still ringing with no let up, and I finally got
to answer it. It was your wife. She wanted to know how to use a rectal
thermometer. . . . and believe me, mister, as God is my witness, all I
did was tell her."